Over 2 hours and growing: Build a complex maze, feed it enough data, and the shadow in the center just might start to breathe. I’m Jack Hammer and
You may have seen the headline, the one I ran on this very site: “The Secret Service Caddy: Trump’s Scottish Handicap.” I wrote it, and I own
THE PRIVATE STASH
"I tried to write a story about honesty in Washington, but my typewriter jammed. Must’ve sensed the lie before I did. Around here, truth’s an endangered species—spotted once a decade, stuffed, mounted, and trotted out for campaign season."
Yours Truly,
Jack Hammer.
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus a dime for good measure—and stepped out onto the
The Arrival It was 2 a.m., the night before the game. A beat-up cab coughed me out in the alley behind the fleabag hotel. The streets were empty, but my
